Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Downfall & Triumph

And thus another story ends. I was never one to judge people i always tried to find the good in everyone and i still do. It's easy to categorize, like blinking, its a standard reaction.

Every end has a start or so say "Editors" well the first girl that crossed my path was said to be immature sure she was only sixteen at the time and i was more mature then she was, everyone would tell me that she wouldn't take me serious. Funny thing was that her mom was more immature then she was and nobody knew it but me. the women chased me down the street with a garden hose and a flung her flip flop at me, great times but i still lost somewhere between the late nights and the sleep over we fell out of the trees and stopped dreaming in the clouds.

"She is a coke head" was all everyone said, she dressed like she wanted to; 24 eyelet doc martins, band tees, leopard pants, dirty blond hair, and big blue eyes, and a pale structure. I was intrigued. She wasn't anywhere near the target of a coke head, in fact she was the most beautiful girl on the inside as well as out. She was a hopeless romantic undercover with a bad girl exterior and i broke in. I Loved everything she was. She was a scientist and her own guinea pig but i looked past that big cloud of dark smoke but she decided that she didnt have time for me, so i sank further down the river.

And then there was ____. She was everything i wanted and more, all the important questions were answered on the first day, everything else i could live with. we ran on the same lines, never juxtaposed. but as soon as i fell, she didn't catch me. I know the excuse because i have given it before and that excuse usually comes when you get bored of someone. i wish their was more time but i have to keep moving or i might have a quarter life crisis.

Am I to nice. I do get mad just like everyone else, but i usually care more about the feelings of others, so i try hard not to. 3, 3 strikes make an out, that is how many people look at it, but what about perspective. what if 3 strike show you where you are going wrong where your flaws could be lifted where you could exceed expectation. i struck out three times but i now know that when the next game comes along ill be ready with my game face on and ill know what to do. I my soul has been impacted. Everyone deserves a second chance.

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